For about a second or two, after Jeromil lowered his hands completely and patted his trouser legs with his baton in a customary manner, applause broke out.

This concert hall is indeed very big, and the attendance rate today is indeed not high. Moreover, Americans are different from their compatriots. When they start clapping, they feel slow and elegant, not so intense and hard-working, although they are not lazy either.

, but the overall feeling of the scene seemed not to be as grand as the one at Puhai Concert Hall more than half a month ago. The Puhai Concert Hall was full and everyone was enthusiastic.

Two seconds after the applause started, Yeromil signaled the orchestra to stand up, and walked off the stage to shake hands with the two principal violinists and cellos. Then he turned to face the audience, with a arrogant expression familiar to music fans on his face. The old man turned around.

Neck, looking around, as if inspecting who didn't applaud.

The two concertmasters also shook hands with each other, showing that the orchestra was united and harmonious. Perhaps to express encouragement and encouragement to his colleague who was on stage for the first time, the concertmaster turned around and took two steps, extending his hand towards Yu Xinting, looking very pleased.

Although Yu Xinting took a moment to react, her subsequent handshake and smile were considered proficient, as if she were someone from the workplace.

Oops, what's more, after the first violinist, Alexander shook hands with another nearby violinist and Yu Xinting. Rather than the first violinist's encouragement and affirmation, the two of them looked more congratulatory and happy.

Yang Jingxing smiled while clapping his hands, and turned to look at Lexian and Kong Chenhe, but they didn't seem to notice the details on the stage. The expression Lexian responded to Yang Jingxing was the artist's sincere sympathy, but Kong Chenhe simply didn't

Don't look at Yang Jingxing.

Perhaps it was because Jeromil's review was quite impressive, the number of people in the audience began to stand up, and the cheers became more intensive.

There are about fourteen to five hundred people, including white people wearing casual shirts, black people in suits and ties, and Asian people in gorgeous evening clothes. The applause produced now does not sound much louder than after the first overture, it is just more.

A dull cheer with obvious racial differences.

What's even more different is that after all, the concert is over. After watching another concert in New Zealand, and it's a new concert, I may have a sense of achievement in supporting art, a sense of satisfaction in accepting art, or I may want to look back.

There was more to talk about, and many viewers showed happy expressions, such as the senator. It must be said that the smiles of politicians are more professional than those of entertainers.

Yeromil continued to review, which took about ten seconds. With the charismatic politician taking the lead, it was estimated that more than half of the audience stood up and continued to cheer.

Tao Meng's clapping frequency followed the crowd, but she seemed reluctant to stand up. However, her grandmother had already stood up first, so the girl had to leave her chair to take care of her. As she stood up and clapped her hands, she looked towards Yang Jingxing.

He glanced at Yang Jingxing. Nothing happened. He was still sitting and responded with a smile to the monitor.

After more than half a minute, the scene was almost in the ideal state that should be achieved after the New York Philharmonic Orchestra's home concert. Everyone applauded, most stood up, a few people cheered, and only a very negligible number of people left in a hurry.

Jeromil showed a little smile on the stage, and the orchestra behind him stood neatly, almost standing at attention without moving, looking quite disciplined, and entering a state of continuous stability on and off the stage.

After smiling and giving a slight nod, as if to confirm the audience's performance, Jeromil raised his arm, straightened his body, and looked in the direction of Yang Jingxing, following the point of his arm.

Yuexian reacted the fastest. He immediately stood up and stood a little to the side, and applauded Yang Jingxing, showing off his artistry. Kong Chenhe imitated Yuexian, but he was not so skilled.

There were many people upstairs and downstairs following Jeromil's direction and turned towards the composer. The procedure was similar to the first two songs, except this time there were more people and their expressions were friendlier, even politicians.

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Yang Jingxing stood up slowly and stood up straight with a slight smile. He didn't do anything except smile.

Yeromil, who was about to call it a day, seemed to be in good spirits, still maintaining the physical posture that might cause political misunderstandings, and continued to target Yang Jingxing for a while.

The audience also gave the conductor face, more people stood up, and more people turned towards Yang Jingxing. These people were still experienced, and they just clapped gracefully and calmly at the beginning. It has been a minute now, and there is no sign of fatigue, and the applause has not diminished at all.

, it even intensified a little, and the applause increased significantly.

There should be no more than fifty Asian faces in the audience today. Maybe everyone still has some ideas. Anyway, everyone seems to be quite enthusiastic and their smiles seem brighter than others. Grandma Tao Meng is probably the oldest in the audience.

, but the old man is not inferior to the young man. After clapping for so long, now looking at Yang Jingxing, he can do it more frequently.

However, Tao Meng is the kind of person who has a universal mind and is not narrow-minded at all. Although she is also half-oriented to Yang Jingxing's side, her hand movements and expressions are only average and there is no special performance.

Yang Jingxing looked at the stage with a little smile, and occasionally moved his eyes slightly, standing up straight as if he was standing tall. This was definitely a way of adapting to the situation. He would not have dared or shamed him in the He Luting Concert Hall.

Dare to pose like a bird.

However, Yang Jingxing couldn't hold on. Lexian learned the tricks of capitalism and wanted to shake hands with him. This time it hurt Yang Jingxing badly. After the two previous works, Yang Jingxing didn't go to shake hands with his colleagues to congratulate him, but now they are here.

This once again proves that Yang Jingxing is a snob. More than half a month ago at Puhai Concert Hall, he did not dare to show his current face to an ordinary staff member, as if he was really a great artist.

After being polite and standing for more than ten seconds, he probably felt that Jeromil was tired of maintaining that posture on the stage. Yang Jingxing was finally willing to greet him from left to right, and then stretched his arms and pointed to the stage.

Everyone understood the meaning, and many people listened to the composer's words and gave applause to the stage. Even Yeromil also followed the composer's instructions, raised his arms and gave applause to the orchestra.

Jeromil's movements were very coherent. He moved his arm to the side of the orchestra and then moved it back to the direction of the composer. Then he put it down. His expression relaxed and he completed the task.

After another slight greeting, Yeromil strode off the stage. Then, the concertmaster led the orchestra and sat down neatly.

In fact, they were all hypocritical and pedantic forms, but these people were interested in conducting and continued, the orchestra sat in silence, and the audience continued to applaud and applaud. Yang Jingxing was too lazy to do it, so he sat down and only clapped his hands a little, even though there were still many audience members.

The focus is on his side.

He must have been hiding in the background and listening to the unabated applause for more than half a minute. Yeromil strode onto the stage again, as if he was a little impatient. He didn't go to the middle and signaled the entire orchestra to stand up. Then the concertmaster skillfully stretched out his hand and waited, and the audience skillfully increased the enthusiasm.

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Two minutes have passed, and the scene has returned to the state when the music just ended. The endurance of these people is really good. Even if their hands are not tired, it is really difficult for those who have not practiced to maintain that elegant and pretentious smile.

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Yeromil was in a bit of a hurry to finish the work and did not review this time. As soon as he stood firm in his position, he smiled, raised his hand and pointed to the second floor, and shouted loudly: "Symphony No. 1 in F major, Yang Jingxing

,Wonderful night!”

The command of voice is more effective than sight and body movements. This time, most people are facing or looking in this direction, and there is another wave of applause and cheers, which makes Yang Jingxing stand up again.

But this was an opportunity. After Yang Jingxing stood up, he went to shake hands with his two colleagues and returned the favor with polite compliments.

Cooperation continued on and off the stage. When Yang Jingxing shook hands with whomever he shook hands with, Jeromil loudly called out the composer's name, so he was not showing favoritism.

After completing the task and standing for a short while to show respect to the audience, Jeromil stepped down again, the orchestra sat down, and the format was almost completed. There would definitely be no encore, and the conductor would not come up again.

However, the audience who remained until now seemed to be in no hurry at all and continued to applaud. Although many people sat down, they did not stop. The big target was no longer there, and they aimed in the direction of the composer. Tao Meng could not continue to follow.

It was so cool that he just clapped his hands symbolically and was too lazy to look at the composer for so long, let alone have any elegant smile.

It's almost there, the applause has lasted for three or four minutes, and there are still people who have precious time. The senators over there left the place where the votes were hung. Veronica and her colleagues began to congratulate and greet each other, and organized the artists to prepare.

Go see the leader.

Yang Jingxing raised his arms and smiled and waved to Tao Meng, a little too wide. Now he was vain. Many people responded. Even people in the opposite direction to Tao Meng shouted something wonderful...

Tao Meng did not move, standing there like a lady, with her hands wrapped in front of her body. Except for her eyes looking at Yang Jingxing, there was no expression on her face, or serious. But grandma waved goodbye enthusiastically, smiling.

brilliant.

Amid the slowly fading applause, Yang Jingxing and his colleagues left the auditorium. Le Xian seemed not qualified to meet the leader yet, so she said she and Kong Chenhe would go to Yu Xinting first and wait for Yang Jingxing to finish. The German music score publisher rushed up to ask Yang Jingxing, etc.

Can you make time for an interview? Or tomorrow, leave your business card and wait for a call.

The group came to the lounge, and the three composers expressed their respect to Yeromil who was waiting. Yeromil also congratulated everyone on the success of their works. After a little politeness, the leader came.

In fact, it is similar to socialism. People stand in a row and wait in order. Yeromil is first and Yang Jingxing is last. But there is no need for anyone to arrange it. Everyone has a tacit understanding, and they don’t show any deliberateness or nervousness.

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When the leader and his wife came in, their appearance was still different from that of the voters. The senator shook hands with Yeromil respectfully, said some words of praise and admiration, and then shook hands with the composer in a polite manner.

When it came to Yang Jingxing, the politicians not only used some vulgar words to describe art, but also promoted the artistic soil, and even listed the outstanding contributions of several Chinese-American artists in the United States.

Yang Jingxing thanked him. It seemed that he did not dare to speak too much of his poor English in front of the leader.

The senator stayed for about ten minutes, half of the time appreciating art, and half of the time talking about the connection between politics and elections and art. Then he thanked everyone for their time, shook hands again, and left.

The elegant senator's wife asked Yang Jingxing if she knew what FCA was. She said it was a foundation organization dedicated to encouraging young artists around the world, just like Yang Jingxing. There happened to be a dinner party tomorrow...

Yang Jingxing thanked and regretted that he didn't have time, but if he had the opportunity, he would be willing to do something helpful.

After seeing off the leader, Yeromil was quite straightforward. He also saw off the other two composers, and frankly said that he still had a conversation with Yang Jingxing.

When we arrived at Jeromil's office, there were only two people left. The conductor showed his true colors: "As you can imagine, those music critics are racking their brains and managers are making frantic phone calls. I think you should stay a few more days to take a look at these things."

How Americans are connected." He seemed to use a derogatory term.

Yang Jingxing was shameless: "Should I leave tomorrow?"

Jeromil remembered: "I know you had a meeting with Green. I originally thought he would show up here today."

Yang Jingxing chuckled: "Maybe next time."
Chapter completed!